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“It’s just bullshit dives and fairs and festivals.” I climb on top of her,
straddling her and pulling her arms up over her head.
“But that sounds amazing.”
I stick my tongue out and lean down, trying to touch her nose.
“Are you five?” she squeals, flopping her body and attempting to buck
me off.
I dart in, licking the tip of her nose. She winces and shakes her head
rapidly so I won’t get a second shot in.
I chuckle, releasing her hands. “Honestly, I don’t know why Dane still
has that shit up. I told him I wasn’t going.”
“Yes, you are.”
I climb off her. “Ryen, I—”
“Stop,” she says. “It’s not forever. You have to go. Just follow this and
see where it leads.”
Right now, I couldn’t want anything less. The idea of leaving her makes
me really fucking unhappy.
“You and I have had a long distance relationship for seven years,” she
goes on. “I think we’ve withstood the test of time and distance. No one has
ever come close to meaning to me in person what you mean to me in your
letters. And now that we’ve met, and I love you,” she says, climbing into
my lap and wrapping her legs around me. “I don’t doubt this. You need to
go.”
“I just got you.”
“And I don’t want you holding back because of me.”
I slide my hands up the back of her shirt, savoring her warm, smooth
skin.
“We’re going to have everything we want,” she tells me, laying down
the law. “That’s the only way I want this with you. If you go, and you don’t